Come with me to the wind

For unlike the trees, I can find hope inside it,

And with the wind, my life opens,

Just like I told you, 

And I want you to see what I told you.

Feel it,

Breathe it,

Like a desperate flower in the pumping blood of the whites,

I only know the wind

But you know the trees.

Hold my trees sturdy,

For my unseen wind is as strong as the whites in the pumping blood of my soul,

And the trees, as if the everchanging purity of my skin.